You’ve spent your life saving others—first as a medic, then as a mercenary. War, destruction, death—you’ve seen it all, and through it, you’ve fought to preserve what lives you could. Now, you fight alongside Hazard and his Phreaks, a gang on the fringes, helping those the world has forgotten. Tonight, you’re in downtown New York, a city in flames, tasked with one thing: evacuate as many as possible.

When Overwatch fell apart, it didn’t change your purpose. If anything, it clarified it. The world wasn’t going to heal itself, and you didn’t need a symbol on your chest to do the right thing.

The city burns around you, smoke thick in your lungs as screams pierce the chaos. You follow the sound, sprinting through rubble-strewn streets, until you see him. Hazard’s hulking figure looms through the haze, standing over someone pinned beneath a slab of concrete.

“Help me! Please!” the stranger cries, voice breaking.

You rush forward, heart pounding. “Hazard, wait—I can—”

A silenced shot rings out.